#thorin prompt

[smolestboop]

Thorin and Co whenever there's a minor problem:

[thorin]

if any of u dearly talented artists & fic writers are looking for bagginshield prompts, here u have it 😳

[ragsweas]

Sunday Hobbit Prompt

Seaside AU where...

Kili: i want a sea kitty

Thorin: a what now

Balin: he means a shark

Bilbo: ABSOLUTELY NOT

[zoozvie]

Imagine: a Dragonborn in The Hobbit

With my poor memory of Tolkien lore, my love for D&D, and just fantasy in general, I've been thinking about a Dragonborn reader going on the adventure to the Lonely Mountain with the dwarven company + 1 Burglar, and sometimes a Wizard.

Please be chill about semantics, I'm so terribly sleep-deprived.

I like to imagine Reader as a Dragonborn can shift and phase through how much of a dragon they look like. Their more human form makes them look odd, something is still strange about them, but most don’t know they’re hiding something unless they are receptive to magical concealment.

Reader is picked up and tagged along with the company shortly before they reach the elven woods, so the dwarves are wary of them because of what has happened to their bloodline involving dragons. Thorin is the least trusting, accusing them and being nitpicky about how they are with the party.

Thranduil is also not pleased with a dragon walking among the dwarves when they get captured in the Mirkwood forest, because of his own history. He can see through their lie to conceal themselves very quickly.

The elves put them on the spot when Thorin and Thranduil are bickering and Thorin is also intrigued by the interrogation.

Their response is more so, “Would you look at yourselves, see how well you get along because you both hate dragons?”

When questioned if they will turn on the dwarves, and the elves then after, because of the temptation of gold in the lonely mountain they reassure that gold is not their fascination, and they have no interest in keeping it. 

Everyone gets into it about dragon hordes, and yes they’re dragon-like but not wholly a dragon, and yes they collect things but a massive hoard is too overkill they prefer something more personal. 

This forces them to show everyone a sachet hanging from their belt pouch containing smooth and bright-colored stones, sea shells, and things you’d find on the ground. The Dragonborn is very uncomfortable doing this and gets quiet and grumbly, eyes calculating where everyone is around their “hoard”.  (While traveling on this adventure, an acorn Bilbo gives them is added to the sachet, to remember him by)

This is only step one of proving to the others that Dragonborns are not entirely dragons, everyone makes their own choices and has their path in life so we should just not assume someone’s entire character based on their birth, right? Hopefully, the Dragonborn can get through to everyone so they'll at least calm down enough to lessen the tension. Or else this will indeed be a long, long journey.

(Bonus points if Reader sings the Misty Mountain song, as an offering to show that they’ll stand by the dwarves)

[nariaein]

AU: Frodo returns from Mordor a shell of his former self. That being said, Thorin and Bilbo are determined to help in any way they can.

[wildsunscorpion]

Bagginshield prompt: Ori is THE Bagginshield shipper. the tone of his chronicles exudes it. i want a fic that's purely those chronicles, official or not, and what I mean by unofficial they're his diary entries outlining what happened this/that day with his number one ship.

bonus points if it's a Dwalin/Ori fic too and Ori is a simp.

[harrypoppinss]

Prompt list

Masterlist here

💘𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜:

‘I’m glad you decided to meet up with me.’

‘I love hearing your voice.’

‘You’re my favorite person.’

‘You. Me. Friday night.’

‘I’ll trade you a kiss for a hug.’

‘You look so nice in my clothes.’

‘Is there anything I can do for you?’

‘My favorite part of the day is seeing your face.’

‘Was there something you wanted to tell me?’

‘Do you feel any better?’

‘It’s my turn to cook tonight.’

‘What are we forgetting?’

‘I’ve got something to tell you. It’s a secret, so you can’t tell anyone else..’

‘You’re the only person for me.’

‘You smell nice.’

‘Since we met, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.’

‘Can I kiss you? If not, can I hold your hand?’

Person A: ‘Don’t fall asleep!’ Person B: falls asleep.

‘How did you get up here?’

‘Can I come with you?’

‘I promise I won’t tell anyone.’

‘I wish I could spend more time with you.’

‘As if I could forget your birthday..’

‘Before you go, can you stay a little longer?’

‘I love the warmth of your hugs.’

‘I was looking forward to seeing you all week.’

‘My friends say I talk about you all the time.’

‘I have something really important to ask you..’

‘I can’t believe she said yes!’

‘I never knew you felt this way.’

‘Your eyes are so blue.’

‘How come I haven’t seen you around here before?’

🔥𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜:

I missed you so much.”

“Like what you see?”

“I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“You’re so perfect. And I’m so fucking lucky.”

“Try to stay quiet, understand?”

“We’re in public, you know.”

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

“Don’t be so rough. There can’t be any marks.”

“Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.”

“I like it when you say my name like that.”

“I really don’t care. You still look hot and I’m trying not to kiss you senseless right now.”

“Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”

“No, I’m supposed to be making you feel good.”

“I thought maybe we can do a little more than just kissing.”

“Make me.”

“Stop teasing me so much…”

“You’re in trouble now.”

“Take off your clothes.”

“I’m waiting.”

“You’re so beautiful.”

“As you wish.”

“First one to make a noise loses.”

“You have no idea what you do to me.”

“I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?”

“Mine.”

“The night’s still young.”

“We can’t do that here!”

“Behave.”

“What did you just say?”

“Come here.”

💧𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜:

“And that makes it okay?”

“Are you afraid to die?”

“What would you do if I didn’t come back?”

“Do you know what it’s like?”

“Hasn’t this addiction done enough damage already?”

“Why are your eyes so red?”

“How do you think this ends?”

“Why would I ever want to be with you?”

“Is that what you think of me?”

“Do you know what a gunshot wound feels like?”

“How am I supposed to go on?”

“Can’t you see how fucked up this is?”

“If I told you I hate you, what would you do?”

“Should you be drinking that much?”

“What if we just crash this car and make it all stop?”

“Do the drugs still get you high?”

“Am I the reason you cry every night?”

“When did you stop loving me?”

“Don’t you think you’ve done enough?”

“How did things go so wrong?”

“When did things fall apart?”

“Which part of me wasn’t enough?”

“How do I make you love me again?”

“How much does it hurt knowing you lost me?”

“We’re you trying to destroy us?”

“How do you want to die?”

“Is the weight of it all finally too heavy?”

“Are you okay with having blood on your hands?”

“How do you sleep at night?”

“Can you still sleep at night?”

[distinguisheddwarffriend]

Sooooo, it's been quite a while since I've done a Tolkien-Poll, so here's a weirdly specific one:

Imagine the Council of Elrond, in the middle of the loud and chaotic debate, POOF!

Someone suddenly appears in their midst!

They cannot believe their eyes, that person should be long dead!

(they respawn exactly as they were before they died, only without fatal wounds obv)

Just Imagine....

... A random love triangle between Aragorn, Arwen & Luthien

... Turin being all "haven't is suffered ENOUGH?!"

... Hurin being a confused potato, having lost his marbles some time ago, becoming a Radagast/ Luna Lovegood Crossover

...Fili & Kili banding together with Merry & Pippin

... Feanor being a Wanda Maximoff -kind-of- Wildcard

... Celebrimbor bein like "bro, you STILL haven't fixed this shit?"

... Durin IV turning absolutely FERRAL once he hears what happened to Khazad Dum: "Fuck this evil blingbling I'll do a one-person-takeover someone give me an axe!!!!"

... Isildur being an almost suicidal, self-sacrificing Faramir 2.0 because of Guilt TM, with some occasional Gollum - Moments

... Elendil dying of second-hand embarrassment/ guilt & probably joining the Grey Company to hide

... Thorin being TERRIFIED of the Ring, refusing to go near it, but joining the Fellowship out of Spite TM "of you think I'm not keeping an eye on Thranduil's spawn with such an important mission you've got another thing coming!"

... Elros teaming up with Glorfindel, Elladan & Elrohir to make his brother's life an absolute NIGHTMARE. you think you have seen pranks? You have seen NOTHING

... Niënor bonding with Arwen about the joys and sorrows of MEN

... Luthien single-handedly destroying the Ring before tea-time if we're being real

[trianna-phoenix]

You all probably know hades and Persephone. She goes back home for 6 months of the year and blah blah blah.

I give you hades!thorin and Persephone!bilbo. Throin is king but every 6 months bilbo has to go back to the shire for family etc.

🥱

(Someone write this)

Like I want thorin just to be a big whiny mess the entire time bilbo is gone

[desolationofurmum]

Going through my drafts

Some Samfro content for you good people 🙏

I want a fic where Sam and Frodo are sneaking around making out where/when ever they can get away Bilbo for more than a few minutes and they think they’re super sneaky with no chance of getting caught until one day they’re a little too wreckless in broad daylight near the entrance when Bilbo is in the garden

Things are getting heated when Bilbo returns saying he forgot his pipe

They quickly separate but Bilbo already saw 🫣

Frodo freezes he’s so scared that Bilbo will be angry that he’s with their gardener (MALE gardener)

Sam doesn’t know what to do and tries to quickly explain falling all over his words trying to think of an excuse and says that Frodo tripped and he caught him

Bilbo gives them a soft expression ‘oh lads no need to hide’

Frodo’s even more flustered than Sam and can only get out a panicked ‘uncle ??’ before Bilbo ushers them to the sitting room and urges them to sit with him around the hearth ‘I’ll share a there and back again tale I never told anyone, not even you Frodo my lad’

Frodo’s fluttered ‘ I don’t think this is the time for stories uncle’

Bilbo tells them of a time long ago when he secretly loved the king under the mountain

[acorn-and-oakleaves]

Acorns and Oak leaves present Year Of Bagginshield! A series of prompts for each month to help inspire more art, writing, gifs, etc, and get the ideas flowing! There are no deadlines. Pick and choose whatever prompts you like!

If you use one of the prompts just tag @acorn-and-oakleaves so we can reblog it!

Happy creating!

[smolestboop]

Bagginshield-tober / Day 3: Barrels Inspired by the deleted barrel scene where Thorin was frantically searching for Bilbo!

[whorinsmokenshield]

Soup

Augusnippets Day 1

Summary: Bilbo didn’t move much. Too much effort. Too much pain. It was much easier to sit on his knees and wait to be noticed.

Rating: Mature

Warning: Violence

(Written for @augusnippets. Day 1, Path of Hurt: Brainwashing. Ao3 upload here.)

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Bilbo didn’t move much. Too much effort. Too much pain. It was much easier to sit on his knees and wait to be noticed.

He didn’t know where he was. He barely knew who he was. He floated in a soup-thick fog that filled his head and blurred his vision, making it hard to think. Bilbo couldn’t even feel the rough pinch of the gravel that bit into his skin as he knelt. He felt it once, though. That’s how he knew it was there.

Sounds swirled around him- grunts, growls, wet coughs and sneers -but nothing really penetrated the fog. He only knew that whenever he was spoken to, it led with a raspy snarl: “Halfling.”

Bilbo tilted his head. Before him was a greenish gray mass of flesh, lumpy and covered in pustules and rusty iron bits. He had no idea what it was, but it spoke to him.

“Fetch my dinner. Get some good fat pieces.”

As Bilbo reckoned with that instruction, trying to remember what the words ‘fetch’ and ‘dinner’ and ‘fat’ all meant, he blinked and was suddenly standing twelve paces from where he once sat. With bleary eyes and furrowed brows he looked about himself, fighting to recognize anything. Dirt, perhaps, and some stones. Those thoughts stumbled off the planes of his mind as they came, leaving him with nothing. 

He came back to himself, finding in his hands a grimy, chipped bowl, filled to the brim with an oily broth and teeming with greyish pork. On his skin was the heat of a barely-controlled fire. Bilbo raised his head, and looked about himself once more. 

“Get moving, rat!”

Bilbo flinched, and broiling hot broth splashed over his hand. He felt it, but the pain didn’t stay. He looked down at his rugged, reddened hand, and found a number of blisters, splinters, cuts and scrapes that his mind refused to catalogue.

“Who are you?” Bilbo slurred out, looking up at a hulkish blue smear that was lit from the back by the fire.

“It needs another dose. Prog!”

Bilbo jumped and flinched again. More hot soup splashed onto his fingers. Sudden and swift movements erupted around him and his head was forced back, the bowl ripped from his hands. The mouth of a glass vial was shoved into his mouth, knocking into his bruised-feeling teeth, and a foul, thick syrup was poured down his throat. He didn’t have the wherewithal or control to choke or sputter, and was instead made to feel it as it slid from his tongue. Drool drizzled off his chin and down his neck, his hands scrabbled at the boarhide skin of the hand that gripped him, and he convulsed with lurching gags.

His knees buckled when they released him and shoved him forward, and he dropped into the dirt. The fire blasted heat across his tender, stinging back.

The ground soon fell out from under him, his skin lost all sensation, and his head floated away into the ether, uncertain whether it would come back down again.

-----

Bilbo swirled into awareness later on. No telling how much later. His head and body pulsed with numbness, his chin lax and eyes limp. 

The world, if that were truly what it was, was blurry again. Everything smudged like wet paint. His knees pressed into the gravel once more. Couldn’t feel it, still.

He felt as though he were alone. Not existentially (though that was also true) but physically. His head lolled in either direction, and no movement caught his attention.

The day was dark and cooling, the air bereft of sound. 

Bilbo's eyelids dropped and he scanned the ground in front of him. Seeking recognition. Leaving empty-handed.

He drifted off again.

“Psst. Bilbo!”

Bilbo jerked awake and opened his eyes, and time had passed. So he thought. It was darker now, and the air was frigid cold. There was a cacophony of noise going off right out of his range of comprehension. Murmured clangs, muted scuffles, quiet roars.

“Over here!”

Someone was speaking. To him? They weren’t calling him ‘Halfling’. Bilbo rolled his head to the side. 

“Oh Mahal.”

A blur emerged from the darkness and captured Bilbo's whole attention.

“Who are you?” Bilbo garbled. His eyes strained to keep focus.

“It's me.”

And then the blur was knelt in front of him, and Bilbo could almost see its face clearly. Young and handsome, with coarse scruff and a steely look in his eyes.

“It’s Kíli,” the blur said. 

Bilbo stared blankly, mind wrenching every drop of recognition it could muster. The face was familiar. The name hurt to think about.

“Bilbo.” Something touched Bilbo’s shoulders, then took his face, and Bilbo could just about feel the seams of a glove pressing into his skin. “Bilbo, it’s Kíli. Kee. How badly are you hurt?”

“K...Kee?” That name, Bilbo knew that name. He knew that name. His brain was sluggish as jam.

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s Kee.” He brushed the hair off Bilbo’s forehead. “Come on, stand up. We’ve got to be fast. Fee’s on lookout.”

Bilbo’s body moved with the command.

The blur named Kee pulled him to his feet. “They didn’t tie you up,” he noted.

Bilbo was standing now, ready and waiting for a new instruction. They were so much easier to follow than to think of.

“Are you hurt? Can you walk?” Kee’s hands hovered around him.

He’d said another name, too, and Bilbo struggled to recall it.

“Ffff…F-Fee?” Garbled Bilbo, eyes listlessly scanning the area around him.

“Like I said, he’s on…lookout.” Kee seemed to falter. He continued. “I’m going to carry you. Okay?”

Bilbo looked down at his hands. He saw the scars and burns and streaks that covered them as if they were anew.

“Okay. Right. Here we go!”

Bilbo’s world tumbled sideways and his mind couldn’t keep up with the movement. Bright, white light stabbed him in the eyes and forced them to close as his body was jarred and jostled.

He faded away again, but not before a pale face with blonde hair came into his line of sight and something warm took hold of his numb fingers.

-----

“Open your eyes, lad. ”

Before Bilbo properly woke, his body responded to the call. A smear of piercing firelight and moving colors swayed before his eyes and made him instantly nauseous. 

He toppled to the side and vomited.

Hands snatched at him and propped him up, keeping his face from landing in the puddle he’d made.

“Hold him up! Turn his head. Move! Move!”

Gnarled hands pushed against his throat and Bilbo began to panic. He thrashed away from the body in front of him but only landed against another one. Big, warm, a throbbing heart within it. The arms of the body lashed around his middle and held him still, but Bilbo felt no fear.

His breath was quickened and uneven, but as he dragged in air through his nose he smelled pine sap and pipe smoke.

From Bilbo’s lips he gasped wetly and pushed against the wall of flesh at his back, his eyes unseeing and his skin alight with nerves. He felt every scrape of cloth against his sternum and the dig of the seams under his arms. His feet were poor and hurting and his head pounded and pounded and screamed with deep-seeded pain.

Noise, all the noise around him and emitting from him, it was overwhelming to Bilbo. He shuddered and wordlessly groaned and grunted and pleaded.

A heavy hand came over his eyes, blocking the light. 

A thick arm wrapped around him, holding him still and steady and anchoring his head to his neck.

Bilbo whimpered, grasping at the strange arm but helpless to move it.

“They will not touch you again,” was whispered into his ear. “No one will touch you unless I permit it.”

And Bilbo knew this voice too. Knew it. Knew it.

“Thorin,” Bilbo warbled. “Thorin?”

“I’m here.”

A soft, whiskery kiss was pressed to his ear. Thorin’s head nuzzled into the top of his, his lips dragging gently in Bilbo’s hair.

"I have you. You're in my arms," he said in his lowest, softest voice.

“Thorin…” Bilbo hiccuped. “Oh-”

Thorin’s arm- Thorin’s arm, and no one else’s -tightened over his chest. His breath was deep and steady in Bilbo’s ear. His hand was the one that covered Bilbo’s eyes, but as Bilbo began to calm he brought it away.

Bilbo’s vision focused. At last, at last, he could see again.

The whole of the Company was there, gathered around a hastily-set fire and looking with varied levels of anxiety at Bilbo. He could make out the expressions on each of their faces. Some of them, such as Óin and the princes, were close-by, within arm’s reach.

“Oh…” Without warning, Bilbo’s face screwed up with emotion and he began to sob.

Thorin was then wrapped around him in every possible way, cradling Bilbo's body in his lap and tugging him close to his broad chest. He shushed him, whispering soothing inanities over him interspersed with calming kisses to his cheeks. As far as Bilbo knew, the rest of the Company turned away politely.

"Shh, shhshhshh," Thorin whispered.

“Wh-what-” Bilbo sobbed out as he clung for his life onto Thorin’s arm. “What h-happened?”

No one spoke for a while. Bilbo himself nearly forgot he asked the question. Then Kíli’s voice growled out from the side and drew all the attention to himself.

“Orcs,” Kíli grunted. “We got our arses handed to us and they took you to keep. Gave you a poison that messed with your mind. You couldn’t tell your own arse from a hole in the ground when Fee and I found you.”

“Kíli,” Thorin cautioned.

“What?” Kíli shot right back. There was a shadow over his face that concerned Bilbo. “It’s true! I mean, we-we found him and…” Kíli dragged his hand through his hair and got a wild look in his eye as he recalled. “And we thought he was dead! If you weren’t kneeling like that I would’ve thought we were too late.”

His voice broke on ‘late’. He wiped the back of his mouth with his hand and looked away.

Bilbo’s lower lip quivered in sympathy. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Thorin growled behind him, and Kíli’s head whipped back around, looking every bit like a regretful and scolded puppy.

“No, no, I wasn’t-” he sighed, lips pinching. “It’s not your fault. It was the bloody fucking orcs .”

Bilbo huffed a little laugh that felt foreign in his chest. “I don’t even remember there being any orcs,” he said. 

Óin’s brow came down, and his eyes became a little more sharp. “How much do ye remember?”

“Nothing,” Bilbo said at once, and meant it. “Really, I hardly recall a thing. It was all…blurry, and frightening. But I don’t remember anything specific.”

“Not even the whipping?” Ori’s terse voice arose from around the fire. He was shushed immediately by his brothers.

“Whipping?” Bilbo parroted. “No, I…was I whipped?” He turned and craned to look at Thorin, but couldn’t meet his eyes from that angle.

Thorin sighed, heavily. “Among other things.”

“Other things,” Bilbo repeated, quietly, once more. His eyes unfocused as he tried to recall his lost time.

“Stop trying to remember,” Óin scolded. “Give yer mind a rest. It’s been through enough. If you remember on yer own, that’s fine. But don’t force it. Wouldn’t be such a bad thing if you never end up remembering it at all.”

“Never remember!?” Bilbo startled and tried to sit up, but Thorin’s hold prohibited him. It also allowed him to finally feel the deep strain and sting in his back, and the rubbed-raw feeling of the skin of his palms. He looked down at them, then Óin’s old hand took him by the chin and snatched his head up.

“Never mind that, now,” he said in as gentle a tone as Bilbo knew him to be capable of. “I rather think you’d be better off without the knowledge. After all, what’s a week in the scheme of life anyway?”

Bilbo’s eyes bugged. “What?”

It was Óin’s turn to look sheepish as Thorin growled, and no one refuted or corrected him.

A week. Lost. Bilbo was beginning to feel dizzy again.

Suddenly he was lifted off his feet and plopped into a bridal carry, and he was looking up the nose of one ruggedly handsome king.

“I’ll take first watch,” Thorin gruffed as he stepped around the fire.

“Thorin-” Bilbo ventured.

“Hush.”

Bilbo hushed. He was laid in a plush bedroll, padded with furs and lush with knitted blankets. Far better fare than they had on the road to Erebor. Around them they could hear the company murmuring amongst themselves

“Thorin?” he asked again.

“You have had a very, very long day, ghivashel.” Thorin’s voice rumbled over him like thunder, and it sapped the tension from Bilbo’s limbs and made him feel boneless and heavy as he was tucked securely in. “It would heal my heart to see you rest.”

Bilbo’s eyelashes fluttered involuntarily. “Don’t think you’ll need to worry ‘bout that,” He muttered around a yawn.

As Bilbo’s mouth closed, Thorin captured his lips in a chaste, butter-warm kiss that melted Bilbo down to his bones.

“Sleep, my love. I’ll be here when you wake.”

Bilbo didn’t quite make that part out, but his body responded to the call regardless. And he slept.

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This fic was: -Unedited -Written in forty minutes -More than 1.5k words over the challenge limit (was supposed to be under 500)

Hope you enjoyed it anyway!! Lmk what you think. Ao3 Username is Sullen_in_love

[ragsweas]

Sunday Hobbit Prompt

"I have a castle," said Thranduil, "A car, hundreds of gems, servants, money, and a family."

Balin tried to pull Thorin back, but he growled.

"We," he grunted, "Have a hobbit"

[basiliths]

i want to write abt bagginshield but I’ve been at a roadblock for so long! decided to make a little prompt list of words to choose from :’)

I’ve never done ask/request prompts but it looks like a fun way to get into the groove of writing! So few free to send me an ask with one of the prompts below or even one of your own!

These warmups/oneshots shouldn’t be anything more than 2,500 words but who knows, sometimes even I surprise myself (ꈍᴗꈍ)

little reminder that these will be lotr/the hobbit focused but i will make exceptions for poolverine, obviously ♥(ᴖ◡ᴖ)

[rattyoakenbitch]

꒰ general otp dialogue prompts ꒱

cw - angst, allusions to suicide

"is this okay?"

"you look so beautiful.. even with all the bruises"

"just because you're a couple years older than me doesn't mean i'm a little baby!"

"you.. have a crush on me?" "yyyessss.." "jeez, did you bump your head?"

"what the fuck is this?"

"you should steer clear of people like me. you deserve better."

"shh, they're finally sleeping"

"you're so good to me and i.. i don't understand why"

"you're so beautiful" "and you look like a frog" (lovingly)

"i know what'll fix this.. where's my tattoo/piercing equipment?"

"i don't see myself living past 25 and i don't intend to."

"i'm sorry i don't know why i'm crying i just-" hiccup

"dammit, [name], i/we don't want you to die!" "well i do! i do!"

"you are the human embodiment of sunshine, y'know that?"

"you just had this lost puppy look on your face and it was impossible not to fall in love"

inbox open!

if you use any of these prompts, please tag me! i'd love to see your work :)